Chapter 62: Trouble

"Come on, let's have a fight. ”

The little fat man was sure that he had heard correctly, and he was a little sober.

Feeling the fluctuations of the Force on Yang Cheng's body, this little boy who looked poor turned out to be the junior level of the Seventh Transformation Primordial Master.

Not only the little fat man, but even the people present were very surprised.

"How, don't you dare?"

"What are you afraid of?" said the bewitching woman, "If you are a man, teach me a hard lesson to this little hairy boy." Serve you well tonight. ”

Maybe it was because he heard the word service, the little fat man's eyes lit up, and the wine suddenly became much sober.

"Why don't you dare to do this? I'm also at the peak of the Seventh Rank Primordial Master. ”

"You two are objective, please don't talk in the store anymore. Xiao Er hurriedly stood between the two.

"No, all losses are mine. The little fat man smiled very obscenely, a little hairy child of the same rank as himself, but a level was much worse. I have a lot of confidence that I will win.

"What's that like?" the little fat man asked arrogantly, "don't cry later." ”

"How about a knockdown that wins?"

That's exactly what I mean. "The Force emanates from the little fat man's body.

"The pinnacle of the Seven Turns Primordial Division. Yang Cheng's eyes were fascinated, and his mental power locked on the little fat man's body.

Yang Cheng took the lead in attacking, and a sword with a "sharp" formation stretched out from his cuff and stabbed at the little fat man's fat shaky face.

The little fat man was not in a hurry, and a long iron rod was taken out of the storage ornament, catering to Yang Cheng's sword.

"Jingle bell. A series of crashing sounds rang out.

Neither side burst out with all the Force, otherwise the few people sitting there would have suffered, and the store could have been demolished by the two of them.

The bewitching woman looked at the two nervously, and reminded from time to time: "Fatty, be careful." ”

"Don't worry, watch me peel off the skin of this little hairy boy. ”

Yang Cheng smiled slightly, and according to the battles in these few rounds, he got the following information:

This little fat man's Force is only inflated, and he doesn't have a lot of actual combat experience.

He was indeed drunk, and although he tried to brace himself, he still didn't use his Force perfectly.

Yang Cheng's spiritual power is locked, and there is no longer much suspense in this battle.

Although Yang Cheng's Force level is lower than that of this little fat man, Yang Cheng's Force Improvement is to improve himself by fighting to the death with Warcraft.

Moreover, under the cultivation of that scroll, the spiritual power has also been greatly improved.

Coupled with the anger in Yang Cheng's heart and the anger of seeing blood, he was in a favorable position in this battle.

Yang Cheng didn't even use the "Ripping Palm" to disintegrate the little fat man's attack with his control of the Force.

If it is released to release the "Ripping Palm" here, with Yang Cheng's current ability, it will not be a problem to blow up this store at all.

What Yang Cheng wants to do is to defeat the little fat man with the least power, in a confrontation, Yang Cheng's short sword collapsed, although the little fat man is average in actual combat, and the force is only inflated, but it is still higher than Yang Cheng's force level.

"What, give up?" The little fat man laughed when he saw Yang Cheng withdraw his short sword.

Yang Cheng took out the Nine Shadows Sword, and the black sword body was extremely ordinary, making people think that this was an ordinary sword that could not be used in an ordinary way.

"If you can stop my next move, I'll leave here with my chick. How?" the little fat man began, his eyes full of confidence.

The shopkeeper smiled happily, if the two of them burst out with all their might, it would not be difficult to level a house with the power they exuded.

Right now, the little fat man put forward this opinion, which is obviously the best decision, otherwise it will affect others and lose important things, which is not a good thing.

The little fat man is very confident, the attack he wants to release is one of his strongest tricks, if the strength is not as good as his own, he will definitely not be able to resist it, at least the little fat man thinks so.

"Okay" Yang Cheng replied with one word, his mental power was firmly locked, and he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

Because he felt the force in the little fat man's body tumbling up, and the light on the black iron rod was bright, according to Yang Cheng's judgment, this should be an "aggravated" formation.

Under the more and more force injected by the little fat man, the black iron rod actually began to make a slight buzzing sound, and the trembling sound made most of the people on the field cover their ears.

The weight of the iron rod became heavier and heavier, and two tiny cracks spread under the little fat man's feet.

Yang Cheng's face was solemn, and when the little fat man injected the Force into the iron rod, his hands also injected the vigorous Force into the Nine Shadows Sword. Even in terms of speed, Yang Cheng has the blessing of spiritual power, which is faster than that of the little fat man.

Seeing that the fat man's hands could barely hold on to the weight of the black iron rod, he reluctantly raised the black iron rod with both hands:

"If you block the blow, I'll go, if you don't, you go. ”

"Less nonsense. Yang Cheng's lips moved slightly, and he said three words lightly.

"Hmph, it's really looking for death. The bewitching woman sneered, she naturally knew the power of this stick, Yang Cheng was only the first rank of the Seventh Rotation Primordial Division, and a Seventh-Rank Primordial Master did not block this blow at the beginning, and now Yang Cheng is still so arrogant.

"Look, you'll be miserable later. The woman silently cursed Yang Cheng in her heart.

The little fat man smirked, raised his hands above his head, and the black iron rod smashed with the sound of breaking wind, targeting Yang Cheng's head.

In the face of the fierce attack, Yang Cheng raised the Nine Shadows Sword Rungs with difficulty.

Don't look at the Nine Shadows Sword is still black and swarthy, as if Yang Cheng has injected no matter how much Force Force has changed, but it is also the "aggravated" formation on the Nine Shadows Sword, which seems to be a thousand catties in his hand.

In the face of blunt objects, the best way to defend is not to use the "sharp" formation, but to use the same characteristic formation.

At the moment when they were about to collide, the benefits of Yang Cheng's experience in the Warcraft Forest were reflected at this time.

The right foot took a step forward, forming a lunge, and the Nine Shadows Sword turned into a short dagger in an instant, and complex lines flowed on the Nine Shadows Sword. It is best to resist this blow in a posture.

Just like when Yang Chengge blocked wolves, lizards, beasts, and wind hyenas.

"Knort"

Centered on the junction of the Nine Shadows Sword and the black iron rod, the sound of metal clashing scattered with strong force fluctuations, and the tables and chairs closest to the center were shattered into powder.

Yang Cheng and the little fat man rose up on the surface of their bodies, and resisted the aftermath of the force. The decorations in the hotel were swept to the ground by this shock wave, and the field was in a mess for a while.

The bewitching woman was secretly surprised, seeing this situation, Yang Cheng was actually able to resist this harsh attack.

The little fat yelled, and the black iron rod in his hand suddenly increased, forcing Yang Cheng's feet to gradually sink into the floor, Yang Cheng straightened his waist, not wanting to let himself fall into passivity.

"You don't have to go. Yang Cheng opened his mouth and said, "Then end this boring brute force confrontation." ”

As soon as the words fell, when everyone in the audience was stunned, the soles of the little fat man's feet began to tremble. "What's the matter, there's an earthquake?" exclaimed.

"Is this your trick?" said the little fat man's face was cloudy, and he said to this Yang Cheng.

"It's called 'Earth Movement'. Yang Cheng said lightly, his right foot, the moment he stepped out, had already made contact with the land, and the change of the "Ripping Palm" - "Earth Movement" was already very skilled under the operation of Yang Cheng was already a seventh-turn original master.

The little fat man was already heavy, and the ground shook, as if he was stepping on a piece of soft tofu, and there was no way to maintain his balance at all.

As soon as the attack of the iron rod in his hand was loosened, Yang Cheng suddenly felt relaxed. When the iron rod above his head lost his target, Yang Cheng's hands touched the ground for a moment.

"Earthflow Gun"

Four cones rose abruptly from around the fat man, and everyone exclaimed the changes on the field, from "ground movement" to "earth flow gun", Yang Cheng almost did it in one go.

The tip of the "earth flow gun" was inserted into the vital point of the little fat man, and under the condition of ground movement, the little fat man could not maintain his balance at all, and seeing that the four earth guns were about to pierce his throat, the little fat man's drunkenness suddenly sobered up a little.

Yang Cheng naturally couldn't kill people here, and it would only bring him endless trouble.

The "earth flow gun" stopped only five centimeters from the fat man's neck, and the little fat man's eyes widened, and he didn't dare to breathe. Because he saw a trace of murder in Yang Cheng's eyes.

"This murderous aura is definitely trained by blood. The little fat man thought to himself.

Fortunately, Yang Cheng withdrew the earthen gun in time, leaving the fat man panting in place.